I read this and many questions popped up in my mind.
I think it's pretty obvious by now that I'm by nature a very conservative person. Some people consider me quite religious as well, but let's not dwell on that issue for now. But LMD's post did get me thinking, and I thought about a few scenarios that could have happened of course.
Sometimes I do think that I could really get a little loose around here, you know. Get explicit and all, talk about the things that happen in our lives that go beyond the usual necking and fondling. Obviously it's the kind of things that happen behind closed doors, but here again, I've got to reiterate this. We're by nature very conservative people, and I usually blush at the sight of naked people on TV.
What did I type there? Did I say necking?
OK I take that back.
But anyway, yes, I've been thinking about it. You know, I've learnt from people, experiences, listened to stories and gossips, about the sinful things that happen in our twenty-something yuppie-styled lives. It's not so innocent anymore. The kind of things that best-girl-pals can do, the strange happenings behind closed doors, that not-so-innocent smile you see that girl in the bar give this guy you know from work. The colleagues in the huge organization you used to work in, and the rumours that fly around the corners, that A is sleeping with B, that B used to fuck C. The things that happen that once upon a time, when you were younger, you thought they'd only happen on episodes of Ally McBeal.
Suddenly you're a living character in your very own episode of Sex In The City and you cannot help this, seriously, you eye your friends talking to each other and you wonder, 'Are they? Were they? Could they?'
So this one's for the women.
With many of your close friends being of the opposite gender, and with many of the topics you share being 'extra-sensitive' topics, which we usually regard as jokes (not so clean ones), did it ever occur to you that you could perhaps enjoy his presence, with a little bit more… spice?
Did you ever wonder?
Would you sleep with a friend?
Its easier for me to talk about this now that I'm openly loyal to a single partner only and proudly chaste (which I hope you believe). But before this, when I was single and not looking, yes of course, suddenly you start to wonder, what was that wink, was that a stare? And it's not even about being self-conscious.
Because there's no mistakening the longer lingering of his touch on your wrist, that look in his eyes when you look at each other, not smiling. There's no doubt to the meaning of the way he helps you put on your necklace, or the way he allows you to straighten his necktie for him. The single fleeting moment that you allowed him to play with the nooks and crannies of your ear, the times the platonic friend suddenly morphed into someone potentially possible, just because he bent over and helped you tie your shoelaces and allowed his fingers to rest around your ankle. Or that time when he leaned over and traced his finger across your neck, as he 'admired' the locket you were wearing, dangling a little lower than it normally would.
The guilty thing is, we've all been there before.